If I owned the show, it would be so different.
This fic is dedicated to M.R. Zero, who called me a crazy freak. I am posting three new stories in his/her honor. Thanks for inspiring me, Zero!
Angel's only real hobby was brooding. Spike drank and kickboxed. Gunn drank and partied. Wesley read a lot and mused. Lorne listened to music and sang. Illryia was an excellent potter, of all things, besides cooking a mean chili. Angel was only really good at brooding. He needed to expand his horizons. He decided to take up jogging.
Big mistake.
Angel went jogging on the streets his first night but he kept being followed by W&H employees. The second night, he veered off into a patch of woods and found it to be much more private. He was doing great until he ran into a tree branch that penetrated his heart and dusted him. His remains blew away in the breeze and where they landed, little rows of daisies bloomed the following spring.
This fic is dedicated to M.R. Zero, who called me a crazy freak. I am posting three new stories in his/her honor. Thanks for inspiring me, Zero!
Angel's only real hobby was brooding. Spike drank and kickboxed. Gunn drank and partied. Wesley read a lot and mused. Lorne listened to music and sang. Illryia was an excellent potter, of all things, besides cooking a mean chili. Angel was only really good at brooding. He needed to expand his horizons. He decided to take up jogging.
Big mistake.
Angel went jogging on the streets his first night but he kept being followed by W&H employees. The second night, he veered off into a patch of woods and found it to be much more private. He was doing great until he ran into a tree branch that penetrated his heart and dusted him. His remains blew away in the breeze and where they landed, little rows of daisies bloomed the following spring.